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PostPosted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 9:30 pm 
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A Place to post your erotic stories, fact or fantasy. As long as it's horny someone will like it. Here's one from my imagination to start the ball rolling. Not really how we met but it would have been fun.
AN UNINTENTIONAL FLASH
My name is Mike, I'm sixty five and live in a small block of flats in Bangor, North Wales. The flats are retirement flats so most of the tenants are my age or older. One morning I was taking a shower when the doorbell rang, pulling on my bathrobe I went to answer it. As I opened he door, a gust of wind took it out of my hand and the handle caught in the robe and tore it open. My visitor, Mrs. Evans, Hazel, from the flat next door just stood there opened mouthed as I quickly wrapped the robe back around me. “Oh I'm sorry Mike,” she said, blushing, “I'll come back later.” As soon was she gone, I closed the door and went to the bedroom to get some clothes on and as I pulled my boxers on there was a definite reaction to my neighbour seeing me naked, A reaction I had to relieve.
About a week later I was in a local café having a coffee when Hazel walked in. I waved to her and she came and sat down at my table. “I'm sorry about the other day,” she said, “I didn't know you'd be in the shower.” “Oh don't worry about it,” I said, smiling, “you weren't to know. it's no problem.” “It didn't bother you me seeing you like that?” she said. I smiled again. “Well not in the way you think,” I said. “it was a nice surprise to see you standing there. It's a long time since anyone has seen me like that.” Hazel blushed and lowered her eyes. “Did it get you errrr?” “Hard,” I said, finishing her question. “Yes it did,” I said. Hazel blushed even deeper. “Did it get you excited?” I asked. Now Hazel's face turned really red, but she leant across the table and, in a voice I could barely hear said, “Yes Mike, it did.” “Would you like to see it again?” I asked, trying to find out just how far I could go with her. She thought for a minute, seemingly wrestling with her conscience then whispered. “Yes Mike, I would. Very much.”
“Right,” I said, “give me half an hour and come round if that's what you really want.” Half an hour later, I'd showered, put on the same robe and was waiting for her to arrive. I still wasn't sure whether she would really come but my erection was proof that I hoped she would. Exactly half an hour after I'd got home the doorbell rang and I opened it to find Hazel standing there. “I'm glad you came Hazel,” I said, “come in.” She hesitated for a moment then stepped into the hallway. I turned and closed the door undoing the robe so that when I turned back to her, my erection was on full view. Her eyes widened and I heard her gasp. Now I'm no super stud, my cock's only just over six inches fully erect but when it's flaccid it's almost minuscule so what she was seeing now bore no resemblance to what she's seen the first time. “As good as you remember Hazel?” I asked. She stood there for several seconds with an almost dreamy look on her face, before she replied. “Yes Mike. Did I do that?” she said looking down at my erection “You certainly did Hazel,” I said, “like I told you it's been a long time since anyone has seen this much of me.” She thought for a moment then smiled. “Well it's even longer since I've had effect on a man Mike,” she laughed.
I showed her into the lounge and offered her a seat on the couch and sat down beside her. We both knew why we were there, but for a minute we didn't speak, it sounds stupid but even at our age, we were both nervous. In the end, I broke the silence. “Well Hazel,” I said, “I've shown you mine.....” I left the sentence unfinished hoping she'd get my drift, which she did. Unbuttoning her blouse, she slid it off her shoulders and I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra and the sight of her naked, breasts met my eyes. For a woman of her age, they were still pretty firm and I could see that her nipples were already hard. Then she stood up and pushed her slacks down and stood there wearing just a pair of silky white knickers. She seemed self-conscious as she looked down at me. “Well Mike, do you like what you see?” she said, copying my question. I gave her a re-assuring smile and held my hands out to her and pulled her down onto the couch beside me. “Beautiful Hazel,” I said, “beautiful and sexy.” She blushed again. “It's been a long time since anyone said I was beautiful Mike,” she said,” “and even longer since anyone said I was sexy.”
I reached out and took her hands and pulled her back down onto the couch beside me then put my right arm around her kissed her. She instantly returned the kiss and groaned softly into my mouth. We kissed for several minutes, before I slid my left hand onto her breasts and began to stroke them gently, circling her nipple with the tip of a finger. She groaned again and a slight shudder ran through her body. I broke the kiss and removed my arm from around her, taking her wrist and guiding her hand onto my cock and she immediately began stroking it. The feeling of her soft fingers on my erection felt divine and I gasped as she ran a finger to the tip of my knob and smeared it with the pre-cum that was already flowing from it. I began to thrust my hips upwards and began fucking her hand as she slid her fist up and down my length. Her other hand moved between my legs and she began to massage my balls. Under her expert treatment it wasn't long before I was close to the edge and knew I was seconds away from coming. My head rolled back and I shuddered and let out a huge groan as the largest, load I'd released for years erupted from the tip of my cock. My release was uncontrollable as wad after wad of my seed flew into the air splashing down onto my stomach.
Once my own climax was over, I moved my lips to her nipple and she gasped as I sucked the hard bud into my mouth and gently nipped it with my teeth. I moved my free hand to the vacant nipple and took it between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it gently between them. She was groaning loudly now and her hips started rising and falling and her hand went to the front of her knickers. I looked down as her thighs parted slightly and it disappeared between them. Now she was becoming more agitated and vocal as she worked the hand up and down between her legs in time with her movements on my cock.
Suddenly her hips rose sharply as her body went rigid and she let out a long, loud moan. The scent of her climax drifted up to me as she came, and I sucked harder on her nipple, helping her with her orgasm. After several minutes her body relaxed and she fell back on the couch, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. As she recovered from what was obviously her first orgasm for some time, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you Mike,” she whispered, “that was wonderful.” I smiled back at her. I hadn't really done anything, it had been her own hand that had induced her orgasm but my turn would come later.
Standing up and taking her by the hand I helped her to her feet and led her out of the lounge into the hallway and into the bedroom. As she stood there I was treated to a twin vision of her. She was facing me and I could see her silky knickers stretched over the swell of her tummy and, in the full length mirrored wardrobe behind her, the unforgettable sight of her round, mature buttocks encased in the white silk. With any guidance, she sat on the edge of the bed and smiled up at me.
After watching her masturbate in the lounge, I had the sudden urge to treat her to the same show and wrapped my fingers around my erection and began to stroke them slowly up and down it. Hazel's eyes were glued to my groin as I walked over and sat on the bed beside her. Her eyes were still locked on my hand as it slid up and down my cock as she moved her own hand onto my groin, brushing mine aside and wrapped her own fingers around my erection again. “Let me Mike,” she said, “I want to make you come again.” Now it was my turn to sigh as her soft hand worked it's way from base to tip of my erection. “Oh yes Hazel,” I gasped, “that feels so good. I'm getting close again, don't stop.” As she continued to work her fingers up and down my shaft, her right hand went down into her knickers and I could see it moving as she brought us both off.
Before I knew it I was coming again but now with not as much force as I had in the lounge and most of it just dribbled down the side of my shaft onto Hazel's fingers. She groaned softly and looked down at her hand. “Oh yes,” she sighed and raised her hand slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. “I'd forgotten how good this was,” she said, looking down at my now fading erection, “may I?” This was something I hadn't expected but I smiled and nodded.
In what seemed like slow motion she lowered her head into my lap and licked up and down my shaft, cleaning the remnants of my climax off it before taking me into her mouth and sucking me dry. Her hand was still inside her knickers but it was still now that her own orgasm had subsided and it took hold of her wrist and eased it out, returning the favour by taking her fingers and sucking her juices off them. It had been a long time since I'd done this but I still knew where the source of the sweet nectar I was tasting was and I wanted more.
Standing up, I moved over and knelt infront of her and eased her thighs apart, then shuffled forwards until my face was inches from her silk covered pussy. I could see and smell the results of her recent orgasm on them and, as if magnetically my mouth was drawn towards it. Now not only could I smell and see the results of her orgasm but I could taste it and I sucked hard on the soaking fabric, drawing her juices from it, savouring the sweet taste of her. I looked up over the swell of her stomach and saw that her eyes were closed and her head was rolling from side to side in silent pleasure.
I moved a hand onto each inner thigh and started massage her outer lips with my thumbs, causing her to break her silence and moan softly. The main object of my desire was still hidden under its silky covering but I eased that to one side with my tongue, uncovering her glistening, pink inner lips. Hazel gasped as I slid my tongue between them and dipped it into the entrance to her velvet tunnel, exploring the source of her sweet juices. As I slid it deeper into her I could feel her inner muscles spasming around it as they reacted to my oral stimulation. Her hips started to rise and fall as I worked it and out of her, slowly at first, but speeding up as I delved deeper. My next target was just above where my tongue was working and I removed it from inside her, replacing with a moistened finger and moved my lips up to her clit and sucked it into my mouth, adding a second finger to her love tunnel. That was all the trigger she needed and her hips thrust violently up at me and I moved my mouth back down to capture the results of her impending orgasm.
With my lips forming a seal over the entrance to her sex, I sucked hard and was rewarded with a flood of her juices as her pussy erupted into my mouth. She was now threshing wildly on the bed and it was a struggle to keep my lips in contact with her but I persevered and was rewarded with wave after wave of her warm, sweet nectar. I swallowed as hard as I could, but she came so hard that some escaped and dribbled down my chin and down onto the duvet between her thighs.
Hazel was now lying quietly on the bed, her chest rising and falling as she recovered. Taking her legs, I swung them up onto the bed and lay beside her, turning her to face me and pulling her close. We both groaned, her from the feeling of my erection pressing against her stomach and me from the feeling of her silky knickers on it. I began to move my hips, rubbing myself against the soft material. Placing a hand under her chin, I tilted her face upwards and kissed her gently on the lips. As we kissed, I felt her move as she slid her hands down to her hips and eased her knickers down over them. She raised herself slightly and pushed them down her legs as far as she could reach, then turned onto her back, raised her knees and took them off completely. Now, sans knickers and her knees up her pussy was wide open and I knew where I needed to be.
I broke the kiss and slid down the bed and back up between her spread thighs. I was greeted by the sight of her lightly furred mound and below it the pouting outer lips which framed her moist, pink inner petals. Between them was the glistening entrance to her love tunnel and now, without the restriction of her knickers covering it, I shuffled forwards till the tip of my cock was just brushing her lips. I took it my shaft in my hand and lifted it up until my knob was poised above her clit, then gently tapped it. Hazel cried out and her hips thrust up against me, trapping the sensitive bud between us. “Please Mike,” she whispered, “don't tease me. I want it. Make love to me.” How could I refuse her. She'd asked me to make love to her. Not to fuck her. To make love to her
Moving the tip of my cock down through her the soft petals I slowly slid it into her an inch at a time, pausing after each gentle thrust to let her get used to the feeling of me inside her. She was so wet that there was little or no resistance as I eased my length into her until I felt my pubic hair brush against hers. I was in as far as I could go and Hazel was groaning softly under me, urging me on. “Oh yes Mike, yes. That's it that's it. Nice and slowly.”
Supporting myself on my outstretched arms, I started a slow sawing motion, sliding in and out of her honey pot. I could feel her inner muscles tightening and relaxing around my shaft as I worked it in and out of her. I looked down at the point of our union and the sight of my cock, coated with her juices as it slid out of her, almost tipped me over the edge. But my own recent climax slowed me and I slid in and out of her for at least five minutes before I felt another building. “I'm coming Hazel,” I warned, “I'm almost there.” She reached down and held onto my hips as I felt myself swell inside her. “Yes Mike. Come for me. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Seconds later, Hazel got her wish as I came hard, harder than I'd come for years my climax triggering yet another orgasm in her. With me holding her hips and her holding mine, we came together, pulling each other tightly together, our juices combining inside her. We lay there for several minutes as her pussy squeezed the last of my seed from me then I rolled over and lay beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily as she recovered from the latest orgasm but eventually she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you Mike,” she said, smiling, “that was wonderful. You're a very caring and gentle lover. I kissed gently on the lips and smiled back at her. “With a lady as sexy as you Hazel, what else could I be.”
Three months later I moved out of my flat but I didn't go far. A two bedroomed flat became vacant and two single bedroomed flats became available, mine and Hazel's. I'm now married to one of the sexiest women I could ever hope to meet and my life has taken on a whole new meaning.


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CAUGHT IN THE ACT
“Oh yes David I'm coming, don't stop,” Hazel groaned as her boyfriend's cock swelled inside her. Hazel's father was away on business and her mother was working late at the super-market, a perfect chance for her and David to have some 'real' fun. She was on the verge of her orgasm what the bedroom door suddenly swung open!!! “Mr Russell,” Hazel cried out, covering herself up the best she could. David's cock slipped out of her pussy. When he heard her cry out, he jumped up grabbing his clothes and dashed out of the room. Hazel had been caught in the act!!!
Hazel pulled the sheets to cover her naked body. “Mr. Russell, what are you doing here,” she gasped pulling the sheet up around her neck. Mr Russell, their neighbour and her fathers best friend, looked down at the thinly covered body and smiled. “Your mum phoned to say she was going to be late. She asked me to pop round and make sure you were alright but it seems you are and being well taken care of.” Before Hazel could say anything, he'd pushed the door closed behind him and was walking across the room towards her. “W-w-what are you doing Mr. Russell?” Hazel stammered. Well,” he said, unzipping his pants, “from what I've just seen it seems to me that you like a nice hard cock. Well I think it's about time that sweet little cunt of yours found out what a real man's cock feels like.” Hazel, seemingly unable to move and just lay and watched in as he began to remove his clothes. She shuddered as he took his shirt off, exposing his grey, hairy chest then unbuckled his belt. “W-w-what are you going to do?” Hazel gasped as he unzipped his pants. Mr. Russell grinned when he saw the look of fear on her face. “I'm going to show you what it feels like to be fucked by a real man,” he sneered, “not some snotty nosed, wet behind the ears little boy.”
Hazel gasped again as he pushed his pants down and she saw the size of the bulge in his underpants. “Mr. Russell you can't, you mustn't,” she said but she couldn't help notice her pussy was getting wet just imagining just how big his cock really was. David's cock was the biggest she'd ever had and he was only seven inches. Mr. Russell's looked bigger, much bigger. She moved back further up on the bed as Mr Russell sat down next to her. “Show me your tits,” he said firmly. “No Mr. Russell, I can't,” she almost sobbed and held the sheet tightly to her chest. “What do you think your father would say if I told him what you were doing when I walked in Hazel?” he said menacingly, “you'd be grounded for life and he'd kill that wimp of a boyfriend of yours. Now stop fucking about and show me your tits,” he ordered. Reluctantly Hazel let the sheet fall and her sixty year old neighbour smirked. “Oh fuck yes,” he said as he reached out and stroked the soft flesh, “they're beautiful.” Hazel looked away in disgust as he stroked a finger over the soft fleash then moved his mouth down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“You disgusting pervert,” Hazel snapped, “you're older than my dad. Leave me alone,” she sobbed. “Hazel, I think you'd better watch your mouth little girl,” he snapped, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “Now I think it's time you saw what a real cock looks like,” he said as he gripped her chin tighter. “Now you're going to be a good little girl, aren't you?” he said, gripping her chin tighter. Hazel nodded and he let go and Hazel turned her head away. She heard him slide his boxers off then he grabbed her face again and turned it back towards him. He'd taken his boxers off and was stroking his cock, inches from her face. “Do you like it Hazel? Can you imagine how it's going to feel in that tight little cunt of yours?” Hazel tried to look away again but he forced her to watch him as he stroked his hand up and down his length. Hazel sobbed. “Please Mr. Russell don't?” she begged, knowing her pleas were falling on deaf ears. “Too late Hazel,” he laughed, “I've just seen how much you like a nice hard cock. But first!!!”
He looked at the ground in front of him and nodded. Hazel knew what he wanted, he wanted her to suck his cock. She'd sucked David's many times but Mr. Russell's was so much bigger than his and the thought of taking it into her mouth terrified her. “No I can't, Mr. Russell,” she sobbed, “I don't want to.” Mr. Russell reached out and roughly pulled of the bed, pushing her to her knees infront of him, holding the back of her head. “Hazel my dear, what you want doesn't matter. Now suck it,” Realising that it was useless arguing, Hazel reached out and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, hoping that he'd be satisfied with a hand-job but she was wrong though and he twisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her face closer to his groin. “Don't just play with it Hazel, suck it,” he ordered pulling her head forwards until his knob was pressed against her lips.
With a sigh of resignation, Hazel parted her lips and slid them over his knob, wincing as it stretched them painfully. She gagged after getting less than half his length into her mouth and pulled away. “You're too big Mr. Russell, I can't take it.” She looked up, her eyes pleading with him, but he just grabbed her by the hair and shoved her mouth back onto his cock. “You can Hazel. You can and you will. Now suck it!!!” he ordered. Hazel knew there was no use trying to reason with him and started to suck as he pushed and pulled at her head, fucking her mouth violently. She felt his cock jerk as his cumm erupted from it. She tried to pull away but he was holding her too tightly. Hazel had two options, choke or swallow and of course she chose the latter. As more and more of his thick goo filled her mouth and slid down her throat she heard him groan above her. “Oh yes, good girl Hazel swallow it, swallow it.” After what seemed like an age and a gallon of cumm, he let go of her head, lifted her to her feet and threw her onto the bed. “Now,” he said, “let me see that pretty little cunt,” he ordered as he forced her legs apart.
Looking down between her legs, he groaned. “Oh fuck Hazel,” he said, stroking his cock again, “I'm really going to enjoy getting this into that tight little hole. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks. Shall we find out?” Before Hazel could react, he was on his knees, her legs draped over his shoulders and his face was pressed against her pussy. “Ohhh yes Hazel, just as I thought, it tastes so sweet,” he groaned. Hazel gasped as his tongue probed around her hole, before slipping inside it. Her hips involuntarily rose off the bed and she heard him chuckle. For a second, he pulled back and looked up at her through the soft covering of blonde pubic hair. “You like that do you Hazel? Well I think you're going to like this even more. Without waiting for her reply, he pressed his face against her again, this time sucking her clit between his lips. Hazel gasped as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud and her hips rose again. As he worked his tongue up and down over her clit, he slid a finger inside her. Hazel groaned as he worked it in and out of her before inserting a second and hooked them upwards. Her head felt as though it was about to explode as an instant, massive, all consuming orgasm crashed through her body, more intense than any orgasm she'd ever experienced with David. As her juices poured from her, Mr. Russell lowered his head slightly and she felt his lips close over the source and felt the suction increase as he sucked hard and drew her love honey from her inner depths, swallowing it greedily. Hazel had never felt anything like and her hands went to the back of his head she felt too good to let him stop, she wanted it to last and last. For a full five minutes Mr. Russell continued to suck before he eventually pulled away, smiling when he saw the state of her juicy pussy.
“It's time Hazel,” he said as he spun her round and lifted her legs back up onto the bed. Hazel watched as he stood up, his fingers still wrapped around his thick shaft and climbed on beside her. Looking down between her open thighs, she saw him smile. “Now that looks ready for me,” he said as he looked down at her soaking pussy. He moved between her legs and guided his swollen knob towards her opening. Hazel gasped as it nudged between her pussy lips and nestled at the entrance to her love tunnel. When he was sure that she was calm, he released his grip on his cock and pushed his hands under her thighs, lifting her legs against his shoulders again. She heard him groan and she tensed as he eased forwards, her recent orgasm making it easy for his thick cock to slide into her. Hazel had never felt anything like it, she'd had her fair share of cocks but Mr. Russell's cock was really stretching her. “Does that feel good Hazel?” he asked as he worked his thick cock deeper into her, “better than your boyfriend's?” Hazel hated to admit it but it did and was. This was a new experience for Hazel. She was always the dominant one in her relationships but being completely under Mr. Russell's control was strangely arousing.
“Well,” Mrs Russell pressed, “does it feel good?” Hazel couldn't help but nod her approval but this wasn't what Mr. Russell wanted. “Tell me, Hazel tell me how it feels. Tell me how good it feels to have a big cock inside you. My big cock. Tell me how much you like it.” Hazel tried not to reply but Mr. Russell drove even more of his length into her. “Tell me!!!” he snapped. “I love it,” she gasped. I love the feel of your big cock inside me.” “Better than your weedy little boyfriend?” he teased. “Yes, yes, much better. Oh my God I don't believe I'm saying this,” Hazel groaned. “It's because you're telling the truth. There's nothing better than an experienced older man with a big cock who knows just what a sexy young thing like you needs,” he said as he pulled back until just his knob was resting inside her. Hazel tensed , waiting for him to slide back into her but Mr. Russell just propped himself up on his arms and smiled down at her. “Are you ready Hazel, are you ready for the best fuck of your young life?” Hazel nodded again but Mr. Russell's glare told her he wanted to hear her tell him. “Yes Mr. Russell, I'm ready, I'm ready. Fuck me, fuck me really hard. I want you to I want to feel your big cock filling my tight little pussy.”
She'd got Mr. Russell's measure now, his ego liked to hear her tell him how much she wanted him. “You're cunt Hazel, call it your cunt,” he groaned. “Hazel smiled, she was gaining some control now. “Yes Mr. Russell, my cunt, I want to feel your big thick cock fucking my tight little cunt.” Mr. Russell groaned again and began to drive in and out of her. Hazel's body gained a mind of it's own and her hips began to rise and fall in time with his thrusts. “That's it Hazel, help me.” By now Hazel was more than happy to comply, her pussy had never felt so full and she wanted more. Whether she could take any more, she wasn't sure. She hadn't felt Mr. Russell's pubic hair against hers so guessed that she hadn't taken his full length, yet!!!
Mr. Russell eased back again, pulling himself out of her completely, leaving his knob poised just outside her pussy and looked down at her. “Tell me Hazel,” he said softly, “tell me just what you want.” Hazel knew exactly what he wanted to hear and smiled back at him. “Fuck me Mr. Russell. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your big, thick cock in my tight little p.p.p....,” then she remembered what he'd told her, “in my tight little cunt,” she said. Mr. Russell groaned again and slowly slid back into her. Hazel could feel her muscles contracting around his thick shaft as he fed more and more of it into her. She felt the veins along its length massaging the entrance to her hole as he slid into her. “Almost there,” he smiled as he looked down at the junction of their bodies, “you've almost taken a real cock.” He paused for a moment then continued to slide into her until, suddenly Hazel felt his pubic hair on her mound. He was in, in all the way and Hazel felt a strange feeling of pride, she'd taken her biggest ever cock and it had been much easier than she'd ever imagined.
“That's it,” Mr. Russell said, as he eased back again, before starting a slow, steady thrusting motion, fucking her surprisingly gently. Again Hazel hips started to rise and fall in time with his movements and she felt the beginnings of another orgasm deep inside her. She saw him smile above her. “I can feel it too, he said softly. “Let yourself go Hazel. Come, come for me.” Even if she'd wanted to Hazel couldn't have stopped the sensations building up in her body. “You are on the pill aren't you,” Mr. Russell checked. Hazel nodded. “Yes, yes I am,” she groaned. She saw Mr. Russell smile as he increased the pace of his thrusting. With each forward thrust, she felt his knob nudge the back of her pussy and each time it did, a bolt of lustful pleasure flashed through her body.
Suddenly Mr. Russell stopped moving and she felt his cock swell inside her. “Oh fuck Hazel, I'm coming. Are you ready?” Hazel had never been more ready in her life and she reached down and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him deeper into her. “Yes, yes I'm ready,” she groaned. “Come Mr. Russell, I want to feel you come inside me.” Her wish was his command and she felt his knob pulse and the first splash of his thick seed exploded inside her. “Oh my God,” she groaned, “Ohhh myyy God.” Spurt after thick spurt of his cumm spurted from the tip of his cock, filling her pussy to over-flowing. She could feel it being forced out of her each time he thrust forwards. She couldn't believe it. Even after making her swallow a huge load of his cumm, Mr. Russell's flow seemed to be endless and the sensation tipped her over the edge. “I'm cumming too,” she groaned as her pussy muscles gripped onto his shaft like a velvet vice. For what seemed like an eternity they came together, their juices mixing in Hazel's spasming pussy. Finally though Mr. Russell collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath and she felt his cock soften inside her.
Five minutes later, he was lying beside her, his limp, cumm coated cock resting against his thigh. Hazel looked down at it and smiled, he was as big soft as David was hard and she reached down and touched it. Mr. Russell flinched as her slim fingers traced up and down it. “How big is it Mr. Russell? she asked. With a look of genuine pride, he smiled back at her. “Eleven inches Hazel. Is it your biggest?” Hazel smiled and nodded. “Yes Mr. Russell easily the biggest.” Hazel felt a glow of pride herself now. She'd taken an eleven inch cock!!!
As Mr. Russell got dressed Hazel lay there in the afterglow of the hardest fucking and most mind blowing orgasm she'd ever experienced and knew that only a really big cock would be able to satisfy her in future. Fully dressed now, Mr. Russell stood in the doorway. “Well Hazel, now you know what a real cock looks like and a real fucking feels like,” he said walking towards the door, “you know where I am if you want to feel it again.” With that he walked out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.
Hazel lay there on the bed, Mr. Russell's cumm oozing from her well fucked pussy and wondered just how long it would be satisfied with David's seven inches. How long it would before it needed Mr. Russell's eleven again!!!


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Yet another partly true story.

BACK IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS
I was just turned sixteen at the time this happened and living with my parents in Wednesfield in the West Midlands. My parents owned hardware store and, on Saturdays, I used to help out behind the counter to earn a bit of extra cash. I enjoyed chatting with the customers and got to know a few of them quite well. One Saturday one of the regulars, Mrs. Evans came in for a wardrobe hanging rail and, after I'd served her and she'd paid for it, she said. “Now all I've got to do is find someone to put it in for me.” “What about your husband, can't he do it?” I asked, quite naturally. Mrs. Evans laughed. “You must be joking Mike,” she said, “Jack's bloody useless at DIY. He couldn't knock a nail into a plank of wood and keep it straight.” I thought for a moment then said. “Look if you don't mind waiting until tomorrow I could come round and put it up for you.” Mrs. Evans smiled. “Oh would you Mike. I'd be really grateful. I'd pay you of course.” “Don't be daft,” I said, “it's all part of the service. “Oh that would be great, what time could you come round?” “Around ten in the morning,” I replied, “it's not a big job. I should be done in half a half an hour.” “Great,” she said, then added, “maybe you can teach my useless husband a few things about DIY.” We both laughed at that and she was still laughing when she walked out of the shop.
The following morning I had breakfast then grabbed a couple of screw drivers and made my way round to Mrs. Evans's. As I was walking down the street towards the house, Mr Evans passed me in his car. I waved at him but he didn't seem to notice and drove on. It was just after ten when I got there and I knocked on the door and Mrs. Evans opened it straight away. She smiled when she saw me. “Oh thanks for coming round,” she said, “The rail's in the spare bedroom, that's where I want it putting up. Do you fancy a cup of coffee before you start.” I told her I'd just had one but said I'd love one when I'd finished putting the rail up for her and she took me upstairs and showed me the wardrobe she wanted the rail putting in. She said the old one had snapped then laughed and said something about having too many clothes.
After she'd showed me exactly what she wanted, she went back downstairs and left me to it. It only took abut ten minutes to fit the rail and when I'd finished I looked round the room. Most of the clothes that had been in the wardrobe were piled up on a bed along one wall. Now back in those days, most older women wore full length slips and it was a neat pile of these that caught my eye and being the nosey, horny teenager I was, I couldn't help having a quick feel. Of course, my nether regions reacted to the feel of silky material and soon I had a semi hard on. My daydreams were interrupted though, when Mrs. Evans shouted up the stairs to see I was alright. I called back that I was and I'd be down in a couple of minutes once I'd tidied up.
When I got back downstairs, Mrs. Evans had already made the coffee and it was waiting for me in the kitchen. As we sat drinking and chatting, I mentioned that I'd seen Mr Evans driving away. Mrs Evans screwed her face and shook her head. “He's a waste of space Mike,” she said, “I only mentioned that you were coming round and you'd show him how to put the rail up and he was out of the house like e bat out of hell, she said. Then added, “he's bloody useless downstairs and upstairs come to that.” I didn't read anything into that comment at first but when she started to ask me about my girlfriends, I suddenly twigged what she was talking about.
Now I guessed Mrs Evans was in her mid forties at the time and she wasn't what you'd actually call a raving beauty, but she still had a tidy figure. Of course the three kids she'd had had taken their toll on it but she was still quite attractive in a mature sort of way. She had shoulder length blonde hair a pretty face and pleasant smile. As we carried on chatting, she kept returning to the subject of my girlfriends and I began to feel a bit uncomfortable as the conversation got more and more intimate and when she made one statement, I knew there was than just her wardrobe rail she wanted fixing.
“The girls today are so liberated,” she said, “all they ever seem to think about and talk about is sex, sex, and more sex. I didn't see Jack's, errrr, you know, until I was turned twenty, and that was after I'd married him.” She went silent for a time then said. “Now I think I'm a teenager all over again, because I see even less of it.” That was it, I gulped my coffee down and said I had to get home. I was about get up from the table when Mrs Evans laughed. “Oh don't worry Mike, I'm not going to rape you,” she said then added, “unless you want me to that is!!!” Now I was no virgin, I'd fucked my girlfriend plenty of times and even had a couple of one nighters with girls I'd picked up at dances but I'd never even considered sex with a woman as old as Mrs Evans, after all she was about the same age as my mother. I was still in two minds about getting out of there when she said. “Would you help me put the clothes back in the wardrobe Mike, you can hand them to me and I'll hang them up.” Now I realised this was a definite come on and it was a no brainer and after all a fuck is a fuck and I was sure that was what she was offering me so I said I'd love to, putting an emphasis on the 'love'.
When we got back up to the bedroom, I asked her what she clothes wanted first and she told me just to hand them to her and she'd hang them where she wanted them. I started off by giving her the dresses and skirts and tops but eventually all that was left was the slips. When she took the first lot off me she smiled. “Nice aren't they Mike?” she said, “does your girlfriend wear slips?” Now this was back in the early sixties and most girls under twenty wore petticoats or half slips, they wouldn't have been seen dead in a full slip so I shook my head and told her no she didn't. I saw her smile and dropped the handful of slips I was holding out to her when she said. “Would you like to see me in mine Mike?” Of course by now, the tone of the conversation and the feel of the silky material had woken my wedding tackle up again and it was already half hard but then thought about her husband coming home. “Oh don't worry about him,” she said, “he's gone fishing then he'll go down the pub. He won't be home till chucking out time.”
I stood there for a moment then shrugged my shoulders. “Okay, if you're sure.” She just smiled at me. “Oh I'm sure Mike,” she said as she started to unbutton her blouse. I just sat down on the bed and watched her. I could see straight away that she was already wearing a slip, a pale blue one and as she undid each button I could see more and more of it and my cock started to get harder in my jeans. I could see she was wearing a bra, I could see the white straps alongside the blue ones of the slip. Once all the buttons were undone, she slipped the blouse off and dropped it onto the bed beside me. I put my hand on it and my cock twitched in my jeans, as I felt her body heat on it. Next she took her skirt off and put that over the back of a chair. Now I could see her slip in its entirety. It was pale blue with a white lace trim and I could see the edge of her bra and her cleavage where it dipped down at the front. “Do you like it Mike?” she asked, “it's new, I only bought it last week.” I didn't really know what to say, so I just nodded and went Mmmm.
She did a little twirl then stood there for a couple of seconds looking down at me and there was no hiding where the main point of her interest was. “Pick another one Mike,” she said, “and I'll put that one on for you.” Now I was really interested, if she was going to put another one it meant taking off the one she was wearing so I looked at what was left on the bed and handed her the top one, a pink one with a lace infill down the front. “Oh nice choice Mike,” she said, “that's my best one, I only wear it on special occasions. It's really sexy when it's on.” Before I could hand it to her, she took hold of the bottom of the one she was wearing and pulled it up over her head and put it on the chair with her skirt. Now all she was wearing was her bra and a pair of knickers, and I could see her tits bulging inside the bra and the swell of her cunt lips in the panties. She took the pink slip off me and put it on and she was right, it did look sexy. I could see her bra through the lace in fill but the one thing I hadn't noticed was that it was split up both sides so when she did her twirl is could see most of her legs again.
Once again, she stood there for a couple of seconds then ran her hands down over her hips. “I love the feel of this one Mike,” she said, “it's real silk, it cost me a fortune. Come and feel it Mike, it's lovely.” I was on my feet before you could say 'Jack Robinson' and running my hands, as she'd done, over her hips. She was right it did feel nice, even nicer now that she was in it.
As I stroked my hands up and down over her hips I spread my thumbs out and they 'accidentally' brushed her inner thighs and it had the desired effect, as she suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me against her and groaned when she felt my, now fully erect cock press into her stomach. Before I knew it her lips were on mine and she was kissing me hard, sliding her tongue in and out of my mouth. Following her lead, I did the same and we were soon French kissing like there was no tomorrow. I moved my hands from her hips, round onto her arse cheeks and pulled her even closer and started grinding myself against her. She started to groan even louder and started moving her own hips and we stood there for about two minutes dry fucking until she pushed me away and looked down at my erection.
“That feels hard Mike,” she said, “would you like me to do something about it?” I didn't need to think about and groaned, “Oh fuck yes Mrs Evans.” With that she dropped to her knees infront of me and pulled my zip down and fished around inside my jeans until she found my cock, which didn't take much finding anyway and I groaned again as she started to rub her hand up and down it through my underpants. She was really going to town on me when she suddenly winced and pulled her hand out. “Bloody hell Mike,” she said, “your zip's sharp, it's almost cutting my wrist.” Of course I had the perfect cure for that and unbuttoned the top of my jeans and pushed them down. “Here,” I said, “is that better?” “Oh yes, that's better,” she replied as she looked back down at my erection, now only covered by my underpants, “much better.” With that she moved her hand back onto my cock and started rubbing it again, but now with more room to move, it felt even better and the inevitable happened and I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was real close to shooting my load.
“Oh fuck Mrs Evans,” I groaned, “I'm fuckin' coming.” I expected her to stop. Which she did. She stopped stroking my cock and instead pulled the front of my underpants down and pulled my cock free. I knew what was coming next but couldn't believe it until I felt the warm, wetness of her mouth engulf my knob. Her hand was now sliding up and down my naked shaft and her head was bobbing up and down over the head of it and it was only seconds before the first wad of my cumm jetted into her mouth, followed by another and another and another. God knows how long I was coming for, my mind went blank as she sucked and swallowed everything I had to give, draining me completely. Eventually though I was spent and the flow stopped but she kept on sucking just to make sure. Once she was satisfied there was nothing left, she pulled her lips off my cock and looked up at me. “Jesus, Mike,” she said, “I'd forgotten how good that felt. I haven't done that for well over ten years.” She'd forgotten? I didn't have anything to forget, she'd just given me my first blow job.
When she stood up I could see my cumm glistening on her lips and in the corners of her mouth and I prayed to God she wasn't going to kiss me. I needn't have worried though, she didn't, instead, she pulled the slip up around her waist and sat down on the bed, spreading her legs as she did. “Your turn now,” she said, as she rubbed the palm of her hand over her cotton covered cunt lips. Now I was in trouble, not only had I never had my cock sucked, I'd never tasted a cunt and I stood there like a lemon, not knowing what to do. Of course, I'd finger fucked my girlfriend but I knew that Mrs Evans wanted more, much more and I was in uncharted waters, up the creek without a paddle.
At that moment, I think Mrs Evans twigged my dilemma, because she suddenly smiled. “Was that your first blow job Mike?” she asked. I grinned and nodded, “Yes Mrs Evans my first.” “So I take it you've never been down there,” she said, patting the front of her knickers. This time I shook my head. “No never, well not with my mouth anyway,” I replied, cheekily. Mrs Evans smiled again. “Well I think it's time you did Mike. Don't you?” Even though I hadn't done it I knew roughly what to do, I had a good stache of 'Forum' magazines hidden away in my bedroom. I crossed the the room towards her and went to get down on my knees between her open legs but she stopped me and stood up. “I think we'll get rid of these,” she said as she slid her knickers down, “they'll only confuse the issue.” Now when she sat down and spread her legs I could her naked pussy, well not really naked, she had a thick bush of blonde hair that covered her mound and partially hid her cunt lips. My girlfriend was only same age as me and her pubes were pretty sparse but Mrs Evans's were like a blonde forest.
This time I did get down on my knees and put a hand on each of her thighs to steady myself. My face was about a foot from her cunt and instantly my senses were filled with the scent of it. Obviously I'd smelt my girlfriend's cunt when I was fucking her but never from this close and my head began to swim.
I started with what I knew and used my finger, sliding it through Mrs Evans's cunt lips and into her fuck hole a couple of times which brought an instant response from her as she groaned loudly and pushed her hips up. Ah well at least I was doing something right. As I worked the finger in and out of her, her hips movements got even more frantic and her moans got louder. “Oh fuck yes Mike,” she groaned, “yes that's it. Keep doing that.” I'd expected her cunt to be all loose and flabby, after all she'd had three kids, but I was surprised to find that she was fairly tight, not as tight as my girlfriend's but still tighter than I'd expected. Dipping my toe deeper into the water, I slipped a second finger into her and she gasped sharply. “Oh that feels great Mike,” she said, as she pushed her cunt out at me, pulling my fingers even deeper into her. “Keep this up and you'll have coming before long.” Now I smiled. “Well that's the general idea,” I thought and started to work the fingers in and out of her. She was now almost screaming as I felt her body stiffen and she pushed hard onto my fingers. “Oh fuck yes Mike,” she yelled, “I'm coming. For fucks sake don't stop.” I had no intention of stopping I was enjoying myself too much and worked my fingers even faster, feeling her cunt muscles gripping them as they moved in and out of her. Suddenly she let out an unholy scream and I felt cunt let loose on my fingers, bathing in her hot wet juices. The noise they were making as they slid in and out of her was almost obscene, squelching like a stopped up sink. She was having one hell of an orgasm and when she went all quiet I thought she'd passed out on me.
I was about to get up and check when one hand suddenly shot down between her legs and brushed mine away, while the other went to the back of my head and pulled my face against her soaking cunt. “Now Mike,” she groaned, “now. Eat my pussy.” Now I was really in uncharted waters and just did what came naturally and started to lick at her cunt lips. I thought back to how my girlfriend liked me to finger her and moved my mouth up a bit to where I knew her clit was. I almost died when I did find it though, it was huge, like a little cock and it seemed to be throbbing as I took it between my lips. “Yes, yes. Oh fuck yes,” she yelled, “there Mike, right there.” Something else I was doing right.
As I sucked and nibbled on her clit, I slid two fingers back into her and started working them again and the response was the same. Her hips started humping up at me and I pushed them deeper into her and sucked harder on her clit. This brought on her second orgasm but this time I was ready for it and whipped my fingers out and covered her cunt with my mouth. I heard her yell again, I don't know what she said because her thighs were clamped so tightly over my ears, but whatever it was, she was enjoying what I was doing, because the next second I felt my mouth fill with a thick, sticky liquid as she came and her cunt juices gushed into my mouth. I almost choked as wave after wave poured out of her filling my mouth and pouring down my throat. I swallowed as hard as I could but I felt some trickling down over my chin onto the floor below me.
Gradually her thighs relaxed and I was able to pull my face off her. As I rocked back on my heels I looked directly at her cunt. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. The lips were all red and bloated and swollen with the remnants of her orgasm dribbling down between then, making a wet mark on the sheet under her. As I knelt there transfixed by the sight infront of me, she slowly sat up and looked down at me. “Bloody hell Mike,” she said, between gasps for breath, “that was amazing and you reckon you've never done it before?” I shook my head. “No Mrs. Evans. Honest, that's my first time.” She smiled down at me. “Well if that's what you do as a learner I'd love to see what you do when you've passed your test” With that, she got off the bed and pushed her slip back down. “I don't know about you, but I could do with another coffee,” then as she reached down and pulled me to my feet, she said, “and then we'll see how good you are with this,” giving my cock a squeeze.
As we sat in the kitchen drinking our coffee, Mrs Evans in her slip and me in my underpants, she kept looking across at me, shaking her head and smiling. “What's up?” I asked. “Oh nothing,” she said, “but I still can't believe that was your first time, you're having me on.” “No Honest Mrs Evans it really was my first time.” She shook her head again. “Mike you gave me two orgasms in less than half and hour and they were best I've had in years, in fact I think they were the best I've ever had. I think you could teach Jack about more than DIY,” she laughed.
I felt like a real super stud. Mrs Evans was telling me I was better in bed than a man three times my age, I felt like King Dick. All the compliments she was throwing at me soon had Ernie, the one eyed bed snake rearing his ugly head again and the bulge in my underpants was getting bigger by the second. “Mike, can you pass me a spoon of the drawer,” Mrs Evans suddenly asked, “the top one over there by the cooker. I did as she asked and walked across the room to the drawer she'd indicated and I heard her chuckle. “Mmmm, it looks like our not so little friend is ready for a bit more action,” she laughed. “Hang on here, there's something I need to do, I'll give you a shout when I'm ready.” With that, she got up and left me in the kitchen finishing my coffee.
After about ten minutes, she called me from upstairs. “Okay Mike, you can come up now.” I was up the stairs two at a time but when I walked into the spare room, she wasn't there. I called her name and she called back from the front bedroom. “In here Mike, I'm in the main bedroom.” The main bedroom, that was the one that she and her husband slept in, it had to be, it was only a two bedroomed house. When I walked into the room, I found her laying out on the bed. She was still wearing the same slip but I could see that she was wearing stockings. I knew they were stockings because ordinary, working class women didn't wear tights in those days they were just for show business types. As I stood there, she bent one knee up and the slip slid down her leg and my assumption was proved right as the top of one stocking and a suspender strap was uncovered. Now Ernie was really rampant and I saw her smile when she saw it twitch. She gave me one of 'come hither' looks and crooked her finger at me and I was on the bed beside her in two paces.
Now that I was closer to her I could see that the stiff, utilitarian white bra she'd been wearing earlier had gone and in its place was what appeared to be a black lacy one. This was something I hadn't expected. Good girls didn't wear black underwear in those days and women of Mrs Evans's age certainly didn't, it was considered slutty and cheap. Mrs Evans saw the direction of my gaze and smiled. “Do you like it Mike?” she asked. “Another of my 'special occasion' things, but God knows I never get any reason to wear it nowadays. I've got the pants to match as well. Wanna see?” That was another no brainer and I nodded eagerly. She got off the bed and pulled the slip over her head then shook hair her back into place and did the obligatory twirl. I was totally gob smacked and just lay there staring at her. The pants weren't the full cut style she'd been wearing earlier but much briefer, not as brief as the women wear nowadays but definitely racy for that era. They were black lace like the bra and were teamed with a matching suspender belt.
“Sexy isn't Mike?” she asked as she did another twirl. “Bloody hell Mrs Evans,” I gasped, “you look like a p-p-p....” I didn't get the chance to finish the sentence as she chimed in. “Like a prostitute?” “Y-y-yes,” I stammered. Her face went all stern looking. “Well thanks for that,” she said, sharply, then burst out laughing. “That's what it's supposed to look like Mike, I've had it since before I got married. It used to be Jack's favourite. He'd pretend I was a prostitute and make me do things you'd never believe. But that's all in the past, he wouldn't even notice if I walked around the house naked now.”
Of course by now my cock was as hard as it could get, and Mrs Evans didn't fail to notice the fact. “Mmmm, looks like it can still get something excited,” she laughed as she climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside me. I could now see her nipples pressing against the inside of her bra and just a hint of the deep pink areola surrounding them. I suddenly realised I hadn't seen her tits without some sort of covering and now that was top of my agenda.
Propping myself up one elbow I smiled down at her. “Mmm, those look inviting,” I said, “glancing down at the lace covered orbs. “Help yourself Mike,” she laughed “they're all dressed up and no-where to go.” As I reached out and circled one the nipples through its lacy covering Mrs Evans moaned softly and pulled my face down to hers and kissed me. As we kissed, I slid my hand under her and fumbled with the clasp on her bra but my hand was shaking so much I was finding it almost impossible. Mrs Evans laughed and sat up, “There,” she said, “that should be easier and it'll be easier for me too. My tits have grown a bit since I last wore it.” She leant forward and I unclipped the back then pushed the shoulder straps down her arms and let it fall away. For the first time I saw her magnificent, mature tits in all their glory and I knew what I had to do next.
They weren't as firm as my girlfriend's I hadn't expected them to be, after all there was a forty plus year age gap between them, but they were bigger, much bigger and her areolae were covered in tiny bumps that I knew from my experience with my girlfriend were extremely sensitive. I slowly lowered my head towards her chest and Mrs Evans groaned in anticipation of what was coming next and she reached down and slid her hand into the top of my underpants and I felt her fingers brush the tip of my knob just before they closed over it. “Mmmm,” she said, “it feels like it's not just my tit's that have grown.” As she squeezed it, I could feel my pre-cum oozing out into her hand and now it was my turn to groan as she massaged into my now sensitive knob.
I moved my head down again and closed my mouth over one nipple. She groaned as I sucked it in between my lips and nipped it with my teeth. As I did Mrs Evans winced and dug her nails into my knob and I cried out. She laughed and said “It hurts doesn't it Mike?” “Yes it does,” I replied. “Well you know how my nipple felt like,” she laughed. I lifted my head and smiled at her. “Oh I'm sorry,” I said, “never mind I'll kiss it better.” With that I moved my lips back to the nipple and kissed the tip. “Oh yes,” she murmured, that feels much better but it's still sore. I think it might need some cream on it.” She squeezed my knob again and I felt more pre-cum ooze from the tip and I realised where this was going.
I lay back down a pushed my underpants down then sat up again and knelt beside her. With one hand lifting her tit, I ran the other up my cock, forcing out more pre-cum then rubbed my knob over her nipple, smearing it with my natural lube. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and the Mrs Evans gasped. “Ooooh that feels nice. Do the other one Mike.” From the position I was in, that wasn't possible, so I swung over her and straddled her upper body and rubbed tip of my cock around the other nipple and then all over her tits. “Oh yes Mike,” that feels nice.” Looking down her glistening tits, I had an idea, a tit fuck was something I'd always wanted to try. I'd had a go at it with my girlfriend but her tits weren't big enough but Mrs Evans's certainly were.
I leant forwards until my cock was resting in her cleavage then took Mrs Evans's hands and placed the on each side of her tits. She sussed out what I was going to do and smiled up at me. “Ooooh a tittie fuck,” she cooed, I've never done that.” Without needing to be told, she pushed her tits together, trapping my cock between them and I bent forwards, supporting myself on my outstretched arms and started working my cock backwards and forwards between her soft, warm tits. Mrs Evans started moaning straight away and I looked down that she wasn't just pressing her tits together, she was pinching her nipples at the same time.
The feeling was out of this world and each time knob disappeared between her soft orbs, it transferred my pre-cum to them, making wet and slippery, making it even more enjoyable. “Oh fuck Mrs Evans,” I groaned, “your tits feel so soft around my cock!” I started moving my hips in a slow sawing motions sliding my cock in and out between her beautiful, soft melons.
Mrs Evans groaned loudly and pinched her nipples harder. “Oh yes Mike, yes. “Do it Mike, do it! fuck my tits!” she groaned, her breath coming in short, gasps as I continued to drive my cock between her gorgeous mounds. More and more pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my cock and I could feel my cock beginning to throb and know that it won't be much longer and quickened my thrusts. “Oh fuck Mrs Evans, I yelled, “I'm coming. Oh fuck I'm coming.” “That's it, Mike,” she groaned, “come, come on my tits.” “Oh, fuck,” I yelled, “here it comes.” With that I felt the space between her tits get even slicker as I came between them. I didn't see the first wad as my knob was buried,but as I pushed forward,the second and third ones shot out of the tip of my cock, shooting up under her chin and onto her throat. Each time I pulled back between her tits more cumm was transferred onto them and I seemed to coming forever but eventually the flow slowed to a trickle then stopped all together and I pulled my still hard cock out from between her cumm soaked tits. As I leant back, Mrs Evans smiled up at me. “Wow, Mike,” she said, “that was fantastic and from what I've heard, cumm is one of the best things for toning up your skin. With that she started rub my load into her tits and neck. Seeing this I knew my cock was going to stay hard and there was only one place for it.
I shuffled backwards and got between her legs and ran my knob up and down between her pussy lips, coating it with her juices. They felt hot and soft on the tip of my cock and I heard her moan and looked up at her. She was now working on her nipples again, massaging my cumm into them and each time my knob passed over her fuck hole, she gasped. I kept teasing her for several minutes before I slowly slid into her, pausing to let her get used to having a cock inside her again. At first her cunt was really tight, almost as tight as my girlfriend's but gradually I felt her muscles relax and I pulled back then started sliding back into her, slowly at first but as her cunt adjusted even more, I picked up the pace. Her hips start to move as I thrust into her harder. Her cunt felt amazing, tight and wet and I was having the time of my life when she suddenly grabbed me around the neck and pulled my face down to hers and kissed me passionately. After a couple of minutes, she broke the kiss and put her lips close to my ear. “Fuck me doggy fashion Mike, I've never done it that way.”
I was more than happy to accommodate her, doggy was one of my favourite positions. I pulled my now glistening cock out of her and waited while she turned over onto her hands and knees. Her cunt looked even better in this position with, what I guessed was her virgin arse hole, just above it. I put a hand on each arse cheek and slid my cock up between them and felt her tense momentarily as my knob brushed over the entrance to her back passage. Her cunt felt even tighter and better from this angle and I felt her inner muscles gripping my cock as it slid into it. After I'd slid about half of my length into her I stayed still revelling in the feeling of her cunt muscles squeezing my cock.
She started pushing backwards at me, trying to pull more of my cock into her but I kept my hands on her hips, preventing her. I was the one doing the fucking and she was was the one getting fucked so I was setting the pace but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer though, the contractions of her cunt were literally sucking the cumm up from my balls. I grabbed her arse trying to hold her still but it was useless and I felt my cock jerk inside her and the first wad of my cumm erupted into her, then another and another until it was almost a continuous stream. She yelled and her arse cheeks slammed back against. “Oh yes Mike,” she yelled, “I can feel it. Come, Mike come.”
I drove my cock into her as hard as I could and felt her cunt juices bathe my cock as she too came. With each in and out movement of my cock her pussy was making sucking, slurping sounds. The combination of our juices made her cunt feel even better and I just kept coming and coming. God knows where I was getting it from, I'd come more that afternoon than I'd come in the whole of the past month, Mrs Evans must have had a magic cunt. But all good things have to end and my climax started to fade, Mrs Evans's magic cunt had sucked me dry.
As my cock softened and slipped out of her, I heard her groan and she collapsed forwards onto the bed. I pulled back and lay beside her, taking her in my arms hugging her tightly as she lay there her eyes closed, gasping for breath. After about five minutes when she was over her orgasm she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thanks Mike,” she said, “that was amazing.”
Unfortunately that was the first and last time with Mrs Evans as my parents sold the shop and we moved out of the area but I'll never forget her and how she introduced me to the joys of older ladies.


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I woke suddenly with a start. I wasn't sure what had woken me but was surprised to see my computer screen flickering in the corner of the bedroom. I was sure I had turned it before I went to bed. I'd been working with a site that I'd found a couple of days earlier, 'yourperfectwoman.com' It was a great programme and I'd had a lot of fun with it. I was in my mid sixties, retired and divorced. Over the last couple of days I'd come up with some fantastic females. Tall, leggy blondes, brunettes, red heads, all in their late twenties or early thirties. I'd let my imagination run riot. Most of my creations were totally impractical. Perfect figures, big busts, and looks that you only found in celebrity or porn magazines.

I got out of bed and crossed the room and sat in front of the screen. One by one, my creations flashed up and, one by one were over laid with a large red cross, before disappearing from the screen. The computer was rejecting all of my fantasies. When my final “perfect woman” disappeared from the screen, the computer clicked off and re-started. The original programme re-appeared on the screen. This time though I wasn't even touching the keyboard. I watched as the “age” box flashed up and a tick appeared in the the sixty plus section. Next the “height” section, five feet four was selected automatically. I sat and watched as the computer went through the whole programme, hair colour, eye colour until finally the select box appeared. I sat waiting for the next set of instructions, but they didn't appear. Instead, the select icon just flashed at me.

I waited for five minutes, but still the screen flashed. Finally I pressed the select button and waited to see what would happen. Nothing. I pressed the select again, but still no response. I was about to log off the computer, when I heard a movement behind him. I swivelled my chair round and my mouth dropped open. Sitting on my unmade bed, looking directly at him, was a woman. Blonde, around five feet four and roughly my own age. “What the!!!!” I stuttered. The woman put a finger to her lips, in a gesture of silence. As I sat and looked at her, I heard the computer behind me whir into action. I was jerked out of my trance by a metallic voice from behind him. “Thank you for your input, Mr Russell.” I turned sharply. The voice was coming from the computer. On the screen was the woman who was sitting on the bed. “Your input has been accepted and a prototype model has been prepared, please select accept to continue.” I turned to look at the woman again. Her image began to fade as I looked at her. “You have one minute to accept or the image will be deleted,” the computer said. I moved my finger to the accept key and turned to look at the woman again. I pressed the key while looking at her and saw her image begin to solidify. After around a minute, she was there, not a computer creation, but a flesh and blood woman. She stood up and smiled at him. “Good evening, I'm HE270747. Do you approve?”

I was speechless, my mouth opening and closing but no sound escaping. Finally I gathered my senses. “W-w-who, who are you,” I asked shakily. “I'm your perfect woman,” she replied. “B-but you're nothing like what I created,” I stuttered. “The programme over-rode your input. It didn't seem to compute, so it came up with a creation of it's own. I hope you like the results.” I looked at her again, more carefully this time. She was, like me, in her mid sixties. Much older than my creations. She was around five feet four, shorter than my creations. Her blonde hair barely reached her shoulders again shorter. She was very different to the women I had imagined. Her attire was nothing special. A thin woollen top that hugged her upper body and an everyday skirt that reached to just below her knees. Although she wasn't head of the class in the looks department, she had an aura about her. The room seemed to light up each time she smiled at me. I turned back to the computer. Would it still work the same way that it did before?

I moved the cursor onto the woollen top and clicked. I turned round and my eyes lit up. HE270747 was now standing there in just her bra and skirt. The bra was sheer black lace and I could see her large nipples through the thin material. I'd never have selected someone of her age, but had to admit that from what I could see, she had a really nice pair of tits. I turned to the computer again and clicked on the skirt. Again I turned and gasped at what I saw. HE27747 was now standing there skirtless. Her lower body was clad in matching panties and suspender belt, with shiny black stockings. I certainly did like what I saw. My eyes travelled over her body again. The bra was pushing her breasts together creating an almost perfect cleavage. Her panties weren't the type I'd fantasised about. They weren't the thong type I'd imagined. As she turned slowly, I could see that the sheer material totally covered her generous ass cheeks and hugged the swell of her pussy tantalisingly.

I never wore anything in bed so was sitting totally naked at the computer, completely forgetting that I wasn't alone in the room. I hadn't realised the effect that she was having on me. I was reminded though as HE27747 looked at me and smiled. I followed her gaze and blushed as I looked down at my rampant cock. “Well, I'm happy that you approve of what we have created for you,” she said. The parameters that I'd entered flooded back into my memory and I turned and moved the cursor to the image's lips and clicked on them. I spun round again and she was walking towards me. In my original input I had selected oral sex and HE270747 was about to prove that some of my own input was still on file. She stood in front of me and slowly sank to her knees, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around my erect shaft. I was surprised, as I felt the warmth of her hand around him. I hadn't expected this, after all she was a computer generation and I didn't expect her to feel like a real woman. She began to slowly slide her hand up and down my shaft, working from it's base to the pre-cum coated, shiny knob. Her actions caused another small bead of pre-cum to form at the eye of it. Her head went down towards the source and I gasped as I felt it bathed in the warmth of her mouth. I leant back and looked down at her blonde hair as she slowly slid her lips up and down my thick shaft. I'd had my cock sucked many times before, but this was different. HE27747 was my perfect woman and she was giving me the perfect blow job. If this what the computer had in store for him, I was looking forward to it. I had never had a blow job like it before. HE270747 was taking all of my seven inches deep into her throat and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

I screwed round, being careful not to pull my cock out of HE270747's mouth and looked at the choices on the computer screen. My eyes fell on the icon of a pussy and a tongue. With difficulty I manoeuvred the cursor onto it and clicked. She rose from her knees, took of her panties and walked back towards the bed. I watched as she sat on the edge, spreading her legs wide. My eyes widened. Her pussy was perfect. A tight pink hole surrounded by petal-like lips. She was sitting there staring at him, caressing the insides of her thighs. I got up and followed her towards the bed. HE27747 lay back and lifted her feet onto the bed, causing her thighs to open even wider. Now it was my turn to drop to my knees. I moved between her open thighs and breathed her aroma in. I was surprised. She didn't smell like the other women I had been with. Instead of the musky smell of sex, my nostrils were assailed with a sweet perfume. I could see the shiny pink bud of her clit, peeking from its little hood. I lowered my head down to the source of the perfume and breathed deeply. My mouth was drawn, almost magically to the soft folds of pink flesh. As my lips made contact with HE27747's most sensitive parts, I heard her moan above him. I recalled clicking the “responsive” box. I loved to hear a woman's sighs and groans as I pleasured her.

As my tongue explored her most private parts, her moans grew louder and when I dipped my tongue into her pink love tunnel she gasped and gripped my head bringing her thighs together, trapping my head between them. There was no need for that, I had no intention of removing it. I ran my tongue through the soft pink folds, teasing the hard bud of her clit. Her hips were now rising and falling on the bed, drawing more and more of my tongue into her, pushing herself against my face. Each time she rose, my tongue went deeper into her and my nose crushed against her clit. I eased back slightly and slid first one then two fingers into the opening vacated by my tongue, which was now concentrating on arousing her clit. She was extremely wet, wetter than I known any woman before. She really was responsive to my attentions.

I removed my fingers from her for a second and placed them in my mouth, sucking the sweet nectar from them. She began to moan louder above me and I returned my fingers to her wetness. I could actually hear the liquid sounds as I hooked them upwards and gently caressed the wrinkled are of her G spot. When I guessed my fingers had captured enough of her juices, I removed them again, but this time I reached up over her body and moved them to her mouth. She took them, willingly, sucking her juices off them. When she was finished I returned to the source of the nectar and began to slide them in and out of her. HE270747's orgasm took me by surprise. She seemed to explode and my fingers were suddenly, without warning bathed in her warm wet juices. She was threshing wildly on the bed as I continued to drive my fingers into her. I leant back and was amazed at the amount of juices pouring from her. She just seemed to go on and on, pouring herself out onto my fingers and the duvet under them. I knew I wanted to fuck her, but I hadn't clicked on the correct box. I had clicked on the cunnilingus box. What was I to do? I racked my brains, then taking HE27747's hand I guided it between her legs. Perhaps this would give me time to get to the computer.

I stood up slowly, keeping her hand covered with mine. Slowly I eased away. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw her slim fingers working their way into the void that my fingers just left. I stood for a moment watching as she slid her own fingers in and out of her love tunnel. Although I could have stayed and watched this performance for much longer, my cock was ruling my head and I turned towards the computer. I clicked on the icon of a pussy then on the one of a cock. This should put HE270747 in the fuck mode. I turned back to the bed. She was still sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy but the look on her face had changed. Her eyes were fixed on my erection, they were filled with an almost pleading look.

I walked back towards the bed and her face was split by a huge smile. I stood over her flexing my stomach muscles, causing my cock to bob up and down. HE270747's eyes followed every move of my stiff shaft, she seemed mesmerised by it's up and down movements. She placed her hands flat on the bed and hoisted herself further onto it. Now she was lying flat, legs spread wide, her pussy waiting for my erect cock. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her open thighs. The juices were literally flowing from her as she anticipated my entry. I put a hand either side of her body and lowered himself down, my shaft lay in the folds of her pussy and I could feel her hard clit pressing against it. I began to slide back and forth. Not entering her but gently caressing her hard bud with my veined shaft. Each time I moved upwards my knob caught the top of her opening, giving her just a hint of what was to come when I did finally enter her. She started moaning again, louder now as the time for my penetration drew closer.

My cock was fighting with my brain now, it wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around it but my brain was telling me to make this last as long as possible. Each time I slid up and down her slippery canyon, her clit would tease the vee on the underside of my knob. I kept this up as long as I was could, which wasn't very long. My cock won the battle and on one forward thrust, I entered her. HE270747 gave out a loud groan as her pussy was filled with my thick cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist, raising herself up from the bed. I started a steady rhythm, driving in and out of her. She matched every movement I made, working in unison with him. I suddenly got to my knees, lifting her from the bed, my cock driving deeper into her. With a little difficulty I manoeuvred us both to the edge of the bed and stood up.

She screamed out in pleasure as her whole weight bore down on my invading cock. Her clit was crushed against my pubic bone as I began to raise and lower her up and down my shaft. Every time I lowered her, her pussy was filled to its fullest with my solid cock. I used to do this when I was younger, but I was older now and my legs weren't as strong as they were and soon I could feel my knees buckling. I moved back towards the bed and gently lay her back. As my weight eased she took up the rhythm rising and falling under me. It was only seconds before I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was on the verge of coming. I sensed that she was close too and began to drive harder into her. Without warning I felt my cock engulfed in her warm juices as she exploded around it, at the same time I erupted inside her, pumping my cum deep into her. She drew more from me than any woman had ever done and I seemed to be coming for ever. Finally the jets of come slowed to a trickle and HE270747's orgasm faded.

We lay locked in a passionate embrace for over an hour, my cock refusing to soften, allowing me to pleasure her several more times. Eventually, our union was broken as my cock slipped from its velvet prison. HE27747 smiled up at him. “Well are you satisfied with your creation?” I just nodded and walked back to the computer. I clicked on file above the image of HE270747 and selected “save as”. When the save box came up and I was prompted to rename the file, I turned and looked at HE270747 again, smiled and typed “Hazel, Wife” then save.


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